21. Kayori
Chapter Twenty-One
KAYORI
One week later
Iwas having a bad ass day. I couldn’t wait to make it to Beast house so I could curse his ass the fuck out.
The fact that I had all my shit packed and had no choice now but to stay at his house or go back to Meshalay or the house in Cali had me furious as fuck.
I felt like I was betrayed and played when I went to my new apartment to pick my keys up.
The manager looked at me like I was delusional and told me that my husband requested the money back.
I knew that bird brain bitch accepted some money from Beast. That was against my rights for her to do some foul shit like that and take the word over a stranger with my personal information.
My mind went back to the pregnancy test that Beast left in the bathroom under that envelope full of money.
He had the nerves to give me my money back and act like it was a damn gift.
The whole morning, I was excited and eager to move into my new place.
The feeling of being back on my feet and living on my own had me super geeked.
I was starting to feel like coming to Vegas was a huge mistake.
If he thought I was at his mercy, he had me fucked up and I had a trick up my sleeve for his ass.
I was about to pack all my shit up, take my ass back to California and live in the house that was left to me.
Although being back at my mom’s house would leave me depressed, I felt like I needed to desperately get away from Beast after this little bullshit move he pulled.
Lately, it felt like I couldn’t get a grip of my emotions.
I was too caught up with worrying about Beast. I had deep feelings for him.
I needed space to think if I was feeling too sorry for him because of his condition.
I was starting to miss Praise. It seemed like every day me and Beast had a disagreement.
Just the other day he was being moody calling me bitches because I told him he needed to start back seeing his therapist and taking his meds while Mattea was in his care.
He placed responsibilities on me to get his daughter enrolled in school and pick her up after work while he did lord knows what during the day.
I didn’t mind doing these things because I loved Mattea.
She was a sweet little girl. She just was super bossy like her dad.
I think it was the mere fact that Beast acted like it was my duty to do these things.
He didn’t ask, he just told me and expected the shit done.
I was tired as hell. It all was moving too fast and becoming too much.
It had only been a damn week, living under the same roof with him had its ups and downs especially dealing with his moods.
I loved waking up to him and being in his arms, feeling safe and secure.
After this bullshit ass stunt that he pulled, I decided to pull away and take a damn break from him.
The security following me, Beast asking every other hour if I belong to him, and being paranoid when I left out to work, thinking I was going to fuck with or flirt with another nigga had me fed up to the max.
I tried to calm my nerves, but I was failing terribly.
The whole ride to his house, I talked out loud to hear how I would sound when I told him just how the hell I felt.
I wasn’t perfect, I had a pile of issues of my own.
Here I was, worrying all about Beast. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him, and I kept falling harder for him.
I just couldn’t stop imagining him doing me wrong and breaking my heart.
I saw that cold side of Beast, especially while we were at the hospital a week ago.
He couldn’t even control his temper when it came to his friend Gunna.
He didn’t care that Mattea and I were right by his side when he pulled his gun.
He had an empty look to his eyes and thank God, I was able to pull him out of whatever trance he was in.
I constantly heard him at night on the phone yelling at whoever it was to find Nia and Laquanna.
Beast constantly missed important business meetings with his lucrative companies, his main focus was seeking revenge.
I start thinking what if I ended up making a small mistake that Beast couldn’t forgive, then he would turn cold on me too.
Stone called Beast to let him know about Gunna killing himself and all Beast could say was how much of a pussy nigga Gunna was.
Shit like that scared me. I knew he was mental and had issues, but when I really got a good look at the man Beast or Praise was, it left me confused.
What made matters worse was that I loved him too much and so fast. He captured my heart and no matter how wrong he appeared to be, I couldn’t deny the feelings I had for him.
Opening up the front door, I spoke to his security guards.
Mattea ran up to me and hugged my legs as I scooped her up in my arms.
“Did you do your homework, little girl?” I asked her as I placed kisses all over her chubby cheeks.
“Yes, Yori! Daddy gave me ice-creams for dinter!”
She was super pumped up with lots of energy as I shook my head and put her down.
I felt my anger fading away as soon as I laid eyes on Beast. I couldn’t be this weak for this man, he was so charming and sinful.
His gray eyes zeroed in on me like we were the only two people in the room.
My stomach did that funny shit it always did when he was around.
I took in his attire and figured he had got some important business done today.
He had on his nice business attire, slacks and a white button-down shirt, which made him look like an educated thug which was a turn on.
“How was your day, Juicy?” he asked as if he didn’t have a clue to the bullshit he pulled.
I frowned up at him and rolled my eyes hard as I told Mattea to go to her room and play with her toys so I could talk to her dad.
I kept my purse on my shoulder, I wouldn’t be staying at all.
Beast was too comfortable with getting his way.
He was nothing more but a cocky bastard.
“What you did was some bullshit Beast and I’m here to tell you, that you fucked up with me royally!” I tried to keep my voice as low as possible, but when he laughed at me, I could feel myself getting pissed.
“You think that shit was cute? You call yourself being a man by trying to take my fucking independence away from me? You got me so fucked up, I swear I’m done with your lame ass tactics!”
That wiped the smile right off his face. He stood to his feet, and I had to take my eyes off his dick print that he cockily adjusted before speaking to me.
“The fuck you just say, Kayori?”
He clicked his tongue as his jaw clenched tight, those wild eyes and his crazy demeanor didn’t move me nor intimidate me. He had the right one today, I was ready to go toe to toe with his ass for the shit he pulled.
“You heard what the fuck I said! I’m sick of your ass and all your lame ass tactics, nigga!” I twisted my neck almost catching a cramp, I could see the steam rising from him.
“You think you just gone trap me and handicap me? Have me stuck depending on you and needing you? That’s where your wrong!”
“I did what a real nigga should have done. You not going nowhere, Kayori. Go pick out a guestroom in this big ass house and get over the shit.”
He calmly walked away and all I could do was laugh.
It was his nonchalant attitude that tipped me over the edge.
It made me want to explode and fuck him up.
I quietly made my way to his room as the tears of anger couldn’t be stopped from falling.
I snatched my suitcase out of his walk-in closet not giving a damn about his expensive clothes falling down.
Snatching up everything that I saw was mine, I placed my suitcase on his bed and start throwing my clothes inside.
“You doing all this shit for what? Where the fuck you gon’ go? Back to rooming? Imposing on your best friend and Stone? I did you a fucking favor, you should be thanking a nigga.”
When I turned around and looked at him, I lost it. He had a cocky ass smile plastered on his face, leaning at the doorway stroking his beard, he constantly stroked his own ego. He didn’t even have the audacity to apologize for his controlling behavior.
“All you bitches do is get emotional, can never see when a nigga really gives a fuck-”
I mustered up all the strength I had and threw my suitcase full of clothes at his ass.
I charged him blacking out, losing control of my temper.
I kept so much shit bottled in, pushed so much shit to the side to try to be there for him.
I stopped caring for myself and my own sanity.
Every punch I delivered landed right on his face.
I busted his lip and when he touched it and saw blood on his fingertips, he pounced hard on me.
“You stupid ass bitch!” he roared as he pushed me hard off him.
I scrambled to gain my balance because now I was scared as hell.
He yanked me by my ponytail and pulled me onto the floor with him as he used one hand to wrap around my throat.
He gave it a light squeeze. His eyes held an empty lost look as he hit his forehead hard with his free hand.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, NIGGA! I WOULD NEVER HURT HER!”
He looked off as he still had a tight hold over my neck.
He took deep breaths and his eyes focused in on me.
Releasing my neck, he remained on top of me.
I always seemed to catch Beast talking to Praise, I had never witnessed Praise talking to Beast. That’s when it clicked in my head, Beast was the main nigga in charge.
He rode the back seat to Praise because Praise was good at keeping his composure.
This is who the real Praise was, a Beast who desperately needed taming.
“FUCK!”